It was about this time last year that I was a woman of few words. Once again I am a woman of few words, albeit for much different, much better reasons.

I had thought that the adventure started once I finished my applications and sent off my fees. That only goes to show what I know. Now the adventure starts, namely, how in the world am I going to pay for this? (There are options, of course, but I dare not disclose them for fear of hexing them. There are also four other schools from which to hear; out of the same fear of hexing, I am being cagey about them.)

Of course, I have the rest of the spring and summer to figure out how I’m going to pay for this. Today I can read and reread these letters, and be thankful that the word “regret” does not occur in either of them. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day than that.